She lays her weak shoulders on her mother’s chest, tries to stabilize her freaking shaky hands. ” i know it’s all written down and we just need to be patient ” she said.
Something keeps racing, it’s either my heart beats, my blood, my thoughts, my cells, i am clueless! Something is racing, it feels like am always out of time, like something should be achieved soon! Am i late to a destination? Shall i arrive somewhere now? Where and who decided this?
My last months are full of question marks, left on seen. I know things need to be written down or whatsoever, things need to be gone. It all started with one drop and should be ending by one too, to get over it.
The days are screaming very loud, my soul is about to get gone. Those glimpses, and usual looks between the closed ones, they kinda say ” we know ! You know that too! ” little do they know, it’s not enough to just know stuff, please do something.